On the ruins, a lifeguard hurried over, stepping briskly across the rubble.
He stood at a distance and took a look, then immediately bent his head, pressing the call button on his shoulder,
"Gong Yi, Gong Yi, I've spotted Sister Hua, she seems very uncomfortable, coordinates are XXX, XXX."
It was quite a coincidence, the only smooth way out of the city was this one, and it happened that Gong Yi was on it searching for survivors.
Quickly, a tall and stalwart figure ran out from the rubble, sprinted through the persistent rain, and arrived swiftly and agilely behind Hua Mi.
Hua Mi was still vomiting, wearing a raincoat made of Waterproof Oilcloth, her back appearing delicate as if she were a water hyacinth in the violent wind.
Gong Yi frowned, his brows knotted, and reached out, pressing his hand on Hua Mi's shoulder, about to speak.
Hua Mi, who was stooped forward, turned back, her pale face devoid of any color and her usually lively fox-like eyes now dull.